[yawn]...Can you imagine? It is 8:33 in the a.m. and I am actually a living, breathing, more or less awake human bean. Aside from my new short hair looking like some small colony had an atomic bomb explode, my eyes are wide open and ready for a new day. I am alone today, however, as my shadow is off working. Perhaps I am like Peter Pan - you know like the shadow never being able to stick, yet constantly there, somewhere, in a world of it's own. [sigh] Where is my Wendy, who will sew it on for me?